For the above two reasons, although the demon withered vine is rare, there are very few monks who are interested in it.

But...... Wan Qingping didn't know what to think, the corners of his mouth curled, revealing a strange smile.

After laughing for a while, he put away the ghost withered vine seeds, and took out another thing to play with, there was a blood Jiao pattern on the front of this thing, and on the reverse side was a Sky Splitting Tree, which was the Jiao Ji picture of the brothers and sisters of the Golden Family.

He has already seen the power of this thing, and what is even more rare is that Jiao Ji Tu is not an ordinary magic weapon, but a inheritance magic weapon, which can be used with a little sacrifice after getting it.

Of course, the reason why this magic weapon fell into his hands was not because of the kindness of those bald donkeys, Wan Qingping clearly knew that this was a bait, a bait smeared with honey, and he couldn't refuse this kind of bait at all, and he didn't want to refuse, the Holy Wheel Dharma King said very clearly when he talked that night, as long as he Wan someone continued to deliver the news of the Momba grassland to Xiaozhao Temple in the future, Xiaozhao Temple would definitely not treat him badly, this Jiao Ji picture is just the beginning, and more benefits are still to come.

"Be a spy?" Wan Qingping's small eyes blinked, "What does it have to do with me if more Mumba people die?

"But thanks to that sword sticker, otherwise, if you are a spy, those bald donkeys will probably not use bait to lure, but will use poison to coerce!"

After talking to himself for a while, Wan Qingping put away the Jiao Ji diagram, touched his chin, and calculated, where should he go now?

Don't worry about this, the old bald donkey said that as long as Fengtianxi can be done within ten years, and he has to think about it carefully, so as not to be pitted by the old bald donkey. However, thanks to the lamas' practice of Buddhism, the power of incense is similar to that of fireflies in the night, and they can't hide it, and they can't enter the hinterland of the grassland at all, otherwise how can this kind of good thing fall on their heads, after all, it is a flying twist Ling quota!

Besides, I don't know where the golden family's lair is, so how to get there?

Go to the East Gobi tribe and thank Wu Benqing? This time, thanks to this fellow's sword sticker, I should go to thank you, but the road is a bit far, forget it, and wait for the opportunity in the future!

There is only one option left, that is, to return to Zhang Huankou directly, this time it takes a bit long to come out, although the spy report to Jiuli has been arranged to be temporarily replaced by someone before the treasure exploration, but after all, it can't be too sloppy, if it is too bad, it will not be cost-effective to be recalled by the tribe, no matter what, with this errand, there is still a salary to get.

Thinking of this, he wiped it behind his back, opened the Qingyun umbrella, and fled to the southeast.

The Qiyan tribe, the Borzigit family, Qingbo Island.

"Sister, you live here well, why should we move?" asked Yue'er with some confusion.

The crisp children's voice made Yu Min stunned, and then a kind of misery that only wandering people had welled up in her heart, she really didn't know how to answer the question of the innocent little girl.

This trip to the Western Plateau, the seventh prince has not returned so far, and it is very likely that she has fallen, but she has returned safely, although the Borzigit family did not say anything on the surface, but she is not a fool, and she can clearly feel the change in the family's attitude towards her.

Not to mention anything else, most of the servants who were originally serving on Qingbo Island have been evacuated half a month ago, and now there is only one old servant who sweeps the floor, what does this mean, do you really want people to make a statement to drive them away?

"Good girl, let's ......" Yu Min was about to say something, but suddenly his expression moved, flashed, and flew out.

"Fairy Qiqi, there is an immortal master outside asking to see you!" Although the old servant had heard some gossip that after the fall of the Seventh Prince, the fairy in front of him seemed to have an unstable status, but no matter what, he was just an ordinary mortal, and he didn't dare to offend this immortal master with advanced cultivation.

Yu Min was stunned, in the past half a month, few people have visited, and the most chilling thing for her is that even a few Loulan people who also live in the Borzigit family have faintly kept a distance from her, for fear of being contaminated with bad luck, how can anyone still come to ask to see?

"Where is this man now?"

"The man is gone, but he has left a letter, fairy, please look at it!" said the old servant, handing over a folded piece of letterhead.

Yu Min opened the letterhead, glanced at it, and showed a hint of surprise on his face, and then flew towards the southeast of Qingbo Island.

Thirty miles southeast of Qingbo Island, there is a small forest, which is a rare scenery in the grassland, it has just snowed a few days ago, the snow presses the branches, and the silver is decorated, so that the original bare trees in winter have a little more elegant beauty.

"Senior, junior has already brought the letter with him! The junior is very strict-mouthed, and will never ......," Monk Zhuji said cautiously, for fear that this senior master would destroy himself for the sake of secrecy.

Looking at the appearance of the Zhuji monk, Wan Qingping smiled in his heart, how could he have any secrets, he didn't go to Yumin in person, because he had lived in the Borzigit family for a few days before, and the servants of Qingbo Island recognized him, and this time the seventh prince of the treasure exploration died, and he and the seventh prince were "rivals in love", for fear of causing unnecessary trouble, so he caught a person nearby with a letter.

"Let's go!" Wan Qingping waved his hand, and at this time he had already noticed that there was a monk in the distance who was rapidly approaching this side, the white gauze coat, it should be Yu Min.

Sure enough, the white shadow soon approached, and it was Yu Min.

Glancing at the foundation building monk who had not gone far, Yu Min smiled faintly: "You are really careful!"

"I'm most afraid of trouble!" Wan Qingping waved his hand disappreciably.

"How do you know I've escaped too?" Yu Min was a little curious.

"You don't have to worry about this!" Being captured, how could Wan Qingping have the face to say this kind of embarrassing thing, let alone in front of a woman, he continued: "This time I came to thank you for saving your life in the cave!"

Wan Qingping originally planned to go directly through the Qiyan tribe and return to Zhanghuankou, but on the way, he suddenly remembered that Yu Min saved his life in the stone spear worm battle, and when the seventh prince shot him with a puppet, Yu Min helped him block it intentionally or unintentionally, so he deliberately turned a corner to thank him.

Yu Min smiled: "I didn't expect to hear the word thank you from you, it's not easy!"

Wan Qingping laughed dryly, heard the sarcasm inside, and immediately said: "I, Wan someone, one is one, two is two, and if you have a favor, you will repay it! And it's not red mouth and white teeth, do you need a thousand-year elixir, I'll get you one when the time comes!"

In the ruins of the cave, he had heard the seventh prince say that Yu Min seemed to need a thousand-year-old elixir, which was very rare for the old monsters, and Yu Min, the little girl, would definitely not be able to get it, so he planned to go back to Zhang Huankou to ripen a plant and use it to repay his kindness.